DOWN TO THE WATER
Most of my life I’ve been blessed
by being near the water. My dad
started us off as kids when he took
us every Sunday afternoon - down
to the Narrows – that neck of water –
that deep water
cut into the New York
Harbor – with Brooklyn and Staten
Island on either side – with Coney
Island at one end – leading out to
the Atlantic – and the Statue of Liberty –
on the back home once again other side.
That was enough for starters for my
consciousness of water. After that
came times in my life I’ve been to
rivers and ravines, lakes and streams,
the Mississippi, Erie, Oconomowoc,
Canandaigua, the Hudson, Tobyhanna,
the Ohio and then
being on the Danube
as well as the Rio de La Plata that led us
into Buenos Aires, Argentina, and then
heading south to the bottom of South
America going around the Cape of
Hope and working our way up into
the Pacific Ocean. I’ve been baptized.
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